i am a living poem. you can recite me.
i got more hair. (maybe i look a little like him:))
i wish i could make you feel differently.
will we be following us in 5 years? do we plan to see us get older? will we still not know us in 5 years? does the “like” button you push send us signals and caresses our bodies when we take a selfie?
what could i give you? what would you want from me?